Why I hate Mondays

My little Rafa is not so little anymore, he is 2 years and 4 months old with extreme manjaness. Seriously, if his manja level is a man, he’d be like that NBA star, two metres tall, and wearing high heels.

Rafa is very attached to me and over every weekend, after 48 hours of practically being stuck on me like a cute little koala on a tree, Rafa hates Mondays!

Mondays are horrible! Mondays have no Mummy!

Yesterday particularly was horrible. We just had a 3-days weekend, on Friday all four of us headed to Legoland and had tonnes of fun. So on Monday Rafa was missing me so bad but unfortunately I could only come home at 9.30pm.

So Daddy was the one who fetched him back, it was 8 by the time they reached our house. So Rafa stood in front of the door, from 8pm to 9,30pm,wailing, crying, calling “Mama! Mama!”

No amount of coaxing could calm him down cause all Rafa wanted was his mama. Me.

Does anybody here knows how it feels? Do you know how it feel having a 2 year old standing at the door hands on the grille like a prisoner, crying out waiting for the car to arrive bringing home his Mama. Me.

I hate Mondays too Rafa. In fact I hate every moment I spend without you beside me.

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Pic taken by Daddy. Rafa crying uncontrollably looking for me.

Author: Diyana

49 thoughts on “Why I hate Mondays

  1. Alahai…kesiannya Rafa. Sgt amat manja. Kalah Wildan. Rafa…all mommies hate Monday. In fact all mommies might hate having to go to work and work until late. Aunty hate Monday till Friday. Uhuk

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